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Has anyone disputed a Jetty claim and had the property management company’s claim denied? Long story short, the company is blaming and charging us for an issue we were unaware of and never provided an actual bill. They did not follow proper Jetty protocol and filed a claim only 10 days after we moved out, when Jetty says the tenant must be given reasonable time to make a payment. Over the phone, a rep from Jetty told me we should be given 30-90 days to pay our property management company before they file a claim. I’m just wondering if there’s any chance we’ll be able to get out of the nearly $1,000 the property management company is trying to charge us.

One year ago my husband and I were at marriage counseling and it came out that my husband was finding random girls on Facebook and instagram and sending them compliments and leaving comments on their posts regarding their looks.
With the suggestion of the marriage counselor and my own personal counselor it was recommended that social media be deactivated while we try to better the marriage, his counselor also co-signed on this. After a while and a lot of arguing he did it.
A couple of months later, while at a store together my husband stopped a girl to compliment and ask her about her jacket, she looked uncomfortable but answered and walked away. I was annoyed but went about my day. A few days later he does something similar while complimenting a girls glasses.
I took that to my therapist and she encouraged me to talk to him about why I didn’t like it, specifically because he does not talk to me or compliment me in that manner and it was bringing back social media vibes.
A month later my sisters baby father accused my husband and sister of sleeping together, called me and told me they were actively fucking as we were on the phone. This was false as my husband was in bed sleeping with me in that moment, baby daddy later apologized for the accusation.
April. He asks for Facebook back, says it’s for networking for his business and to connect with people to find a better job. I told him I wasn’t comfortable. Over the course of the same conversation multiple times I eventually got fed up and told him he’s clearly going to do what he wants despite my discomfort so do whatever. A week later his now active account pops up and we argue because he didn’t inform me that he had reactivated it.
Mind you in all of this, no actual progress has been made in rebuilding trust, I say all of this^ because I’m explaining that every time I tried to bring my guard down something else happened.
Now flash forward to three days ago. I wake up and open instagram. First thing that pops is people you may know with a user name similar to my husbands. I open it. It’s got 8 followers and is only following one person a female with a private account. But the private account is following my husbands main account which is alive and well.
Idk if you know but instagrams deletes deactivated accounts after 30 days… it’s been like eight months since he got off of social media. But here is the account alive and well. I confronted him with this. He claims that he told me he was reactivating it because there’s a Japanese distributor that prefers contact via instagram and he swears he told me about this.
I told him I want him off social media because I feel disrespected. He says no. He says go ahead and file then when I say I’m done. He proceeds to bring divorce up again after this conversation after I kicked him out of the room to go sleep in the guest room.
Since divorce was brought up I told him he has a choice to make deactivated social media and we can find a new therapist to aggressively work on our marriage or he can file for divorce.
He refuses to deactivate.
Am I wrong to then go ahead and file?

I (25F) have been best friends with my (26F) roommate for years, we have worked together and lived together for two years. We knew eachother pre work and living together, I actually got her the job as we get along so well I didn’t see it being an issue to spend so much time together. We never fight and there’s been no tensity or conflict since living together.
She has been very stressed lately and has quit the job she had with me because she got into a course that is also very high stress and needs to commit to that fully. It doesn’t start for several months and she wants to travel all summer before beginning this. I was so excited for and we planned for me to join this trip near the end so we can spend the end of summer together. We had dates set out and discussed flights and budgets, as far as I knew this was 100%
She told me out of the blue yesterday she wants to move out. Our lease isn’t up for another 2 years and the only reason she gave is because she feels when she’s stressed she takes it out on people around her and doesn’t want to do that to me, she feels she takes on others emotions and doesn’t want to be worried about mine when so stressed out and anxious herself about this course. She wants to live with strangers and focus on our friendship from a distance. I respected that, I’m obviously upset but if she’s prioritising her mental health and our friendship (in her opinion) I said ok. The issue is I won’t live with a stranger and none of our friends need a place right now meaning I now have to live by myself. I know this is a personal choice not her fault but she did know this would be my case which would mean I have to move out of our two bed and find a new place. She is also leaving in a month for her travels and because we are breaking the lease we need to pay fees and replace the tenants. I need to do this by myself as she’ll be away and I can’t move out before she leaves as it isn’t enough time to find new people, find somewhere else and move all my things. I have to find new tenants, pack everything up, sort out the deep clean, the moving truck, the property inspection, file for deposit all alone while she’s away all summer. I asked her if she’d maybe stay until end of September so we can do it together when she’s back but she says no she wants it sorted before she comes back. I now can’t join the trip as I’ll need to be doing this during the time I was going to be joining. Her quitting when her contract wasn’t up for another three months also leaves me with a lot of additional responsibilities in work so my job will be very intense during this as well.
I feel really blind sided and that she’s being quite inconsiderate with this? She said she’ll pay rent while she’s travelling for some summer but I think the issue is more she’s not here to help with anything and that she never even hinted at not wanting to live with me we only recently discussed how much we love living together. I don’t feel her reason for moving (prioritising our friendship) is very valid as I always try to organise things and she’s often out with mutual friends and doesn’t invite me. All our friends are mutual and I feel bad complaining about it as she’s very stressed with everything and I don’t want to add to her stress but she’s told me she’ll only pay 10 more weeks rent from June and this is a very competitive time to try find somewhere in the city we live.
I didnt expect to have to be stuck with this and moving all our things alone and also being excluded from a trip we planned to take together to do this. Am I the asshole for being upset about this or should I just let it go and respect she’s overwhelmed and given me just over two months to figure it out?

So on Monday I was told that one of my essay files for one of my modules was corrupted but it was alright because I could resubmit it and my mark would not be capped. So I thought that might be the case for my other two modules and emailed them preemptively in case there was a problem. One of the modules was fine but another one informed me that if I resubmitted I’d be capped at 40% for the assignment which is 40% of the entire module. This is unbelievably unfair - it is not my fault that I who submitted a file on time and with the correct extensions should be penalised for a technical error. I need to get a 2:1 this year and if I’m capped at 40% it becomes way way way tougher. I’m actually so nervous - I have an exam in three days which is 60% of a module and I can’t concentrate. So I’m just here ranting and also just wondering if anyone has any suggestions.

G’day everyone. Some background on me, still learning a lot about pen testing across platforms. I’d say I have an intermediate level of knowledge. One of my buddies that I’ve been doing some testing for has asked if I have a way of getting into mobile IOS devices (specifically iPhone 12-15s) as they’re his company device of choice.
Been playing around and I’m really liking the level of access that Seashell gives gives in terms of being able to get down into the file system of the device, however for real world testing it’s not super practical given you need physical accsess to the devices to be able to install the app loader to get the app onto the phone. I have tried to get the app onto the phone using some basic social engineering stuff with beef with not much luck as without the boot loader the app can’t be signed. This leads me to my other gripe with Seashell, the fact it has to install an app, making it quite hard to stay unnoticed and inject in the first place.
All my testing so far has been done locally within my learning environment on one of my personal devices, but I’m hoping to be able to deploy this to my working environment as soon as possible. Currently I’m running kali as my distro of choice.
So, with that I throw it over to you smarter people. Does anyone know any better methods to getting into IOS than this? Would something as simple as ssh work?
Cheers for any help you guys can provide in advance!

G’day everyone. Posted this over in the main hacking sub too however thought I’d share here too.
Some background on me, still learning a lot about pen testing across platforms. I’d say I have an intermediate level of knowledge. One of my buddies that I’ve been doing some testing for has asked if I have a way of getting into mobile IOS devices (specifically iPhone 12-15s) as they’re his company device of choice.
Been playing around and I’m really liking the level of access that Seashell gives gives in terms of being able to get down into the file system of the device, however for real world testing it’s not super practical given you need physical accsess to the devices to be able to install the app loader to get the app onto the phone. I have tried to get the app onto the phone using some basic social engineering stuff with beef with not much luck as without the boot loader the app can’t be signed. This leads me to my other gripe with Seashell, the fact it has to install an app, making it quite hard to stay unnoticed and inject in the first place.
All my testing so far has been done locally within my learning environment on one of my personal devices, but I’m hoping to be able to deploy this to my working environment as soon as possible. Currently I’m running kali as my distro of choice.
So, with that I throw it over to you smarter people. Does anyone know any better methods to getting into IOS than this? Would something as simple as ssh work?
Cheers for any help you guys can provide in advance!

Can I sue the school I work for…
Hello folks I’m seeking advice, would I be able to sue the school I work for reason being is that my supervisor is always telling me and the co workers offensive remarks. Some of the remarks and comments he says are: how much would you sell your wife? Hello bastard with missing teeth. Are you sure you have a green card. I taught ur wife everything she knows after she leaves my house. You have to nigger rig it. These are the things he says every day and I already filed a complaint against him anonymously.

Saturday may 11th, my mom went to my grandmas around 6pm. About 30 minutes in, our dog, kiwi, (yorkie) went missing. Our only assumption is that she was at the park across the street. (Literally a 2 minute walk, you just cross ONE street). She was only missing for about 30 minutes, she couldn't have gone that far. After hours of searching, we came to no success. So Sunday, may 12th, we posted her all over facebook, & even printed out fliers. We hung them up at the park and around the neighborhood she went missing at. About an hour later, my mom gets a call saying someone was trying to sell her at the park the DAY she went missing. She is met with a man who admits to eyeing kiwi for "3 hours" (she was in the area for 30 mins), assumed she had no owner, (despite her having a harness and tag) and gave her to a family member who resides in a city 3 hours away. He offered to get her back for a price, which we did NOT want to pay this guy could potentially be a SCAMMER, I know that's everyone reading this's assumption right now. He gave us the address of the ppl who took her, it's a fake address. We ask for contact info of his "extended family" who took her, he refuses. We are money ready and willing to go to another city for her, he switches up his story and says the family doesn't want to give her back. Come to find out, he's a YORKIE BREEDER, & probably sees kiwi as a money opportunity! We filed a report and the pd REFUSES to take action! Sunday night, he finds my grandmas address and threatens her because we won't "leave him alone" about a dog HE HAS. I need some advice on how to handle this, he seems pretty violent, the way he went to a senior citizens house at midnight to violently threaten her over a dog that HE STOLE, I’m just scared. Here’s the attachments of our messages, they WILL piss you off https://imgur.com/a/4Uutswi

I filed in February, finished all my C&P exams in February as well. I’m stuck in the Decision Phase. I have confirmed that they don’t need any more evidence or supporting documents from me.

As If It Were Kismet: Prologue
Matt tore through the brush, blind in the dark. He didn’t care where he was going. He only knew he needed to be elsewhere. Far from here.
Behind him a creature howled that shocked his mind. It’s form was cruel and dangerous, though female. Nothing like the young woman she had once been. Nothing but a girl, a small and slight female.
It’s guttural growls and howls only grew closer as Matt tried to pick between seeing where he was going and getting away. The few times he looked he caught sight of the creature behind him. Hopping through the air with a speed that told him he was being toyed with. As if he were a mouse being played with by a cat.
But the reflex in him to run kept him going. His adrenaline going as hard as it could. The tightness and burning in his core tensing and locking up as his legs felt like there were being burned from within while taking on more of a heaviness.
His lungs were starting to betray him as he tried to gulp big breaths of air but only rapid and shallow breaths were all that he could manage. His brain was starting to burn….and then he was falling.
Falling down the side of a hill he saw the creature dart in a spring towards him, imperceivably fast almost. Catching him in mid air it seemed.
Managing to wrap its body around him and cushion his impact against the ground as they rolled. His mind barely took in what was happening during the roll. Only starting to understand what was happening once they were still.
The creature's triple D-cup breasts were unmistakably pressed hard against his back as he laid facing up at the night sky.
For a few seconds the world stilled and the needle light pain hitting the center of his brain took over for the cooking heat his brain had felt. His whole body felt heavy and reluctant to move.
Even if he could have really moved, a dull ache came over his limbs making them feel stilled and trapped as if by immeasurable amounts of sand that had engulfed him.
Slowly the arms holding him started to move. Moving so the creature's hands could start exploring him. Causing Matt to unstoppably let out a pathetic moan that made him go cold inside as hands lifted up his shirt and started to touch his exposed stomach and then his chest.
He would have whimpered so pathetically had he not still been in the depths of terror.
As its hands felt and groped his pecs he tried to situp as if to get away. For his efforts, his reward was a hand around his throat and a collection snarls and growls against his ear. A beastly, guttural voice spat words at him while somehow holding a feminine tone.
“Don’t move….I don’t know if I can calm down…”
Her words were not helped by her moans in his ear and the subsequent kissing of his ear. The flesh of his ear going between her lips as she moaned and seemed to pant. Releasing it and licking the side of his face with a moist warmth. He could feel its spittle, viscous and coating his flesh where the tongue touched. He could smell something in his saliva. Something that subtly entranced him.
Matt went stock still with fear and the confusion of mixed arousal. He barely perceived her right hand traveling lower on his body. A surprised moan and shudder echoed in the night from Matt’s lips as she took ahold of him. Her hand above his pants but still….stimulating him.
A light squeezing and almost probing of her digits kept him aroused and confused within her grasp. Resigning himself to the strange fate, Matt looked up at the stars as his mind tried not to shatter under the strange maelstrom of events and sensation that had started mere minutes ago.
His mind was only more confused as a slight figure, feminine in build, how it seemed to thunk the ground audibly as she landed on her feet out nowhere. Her knees barely bending under the pressure of the landing. Yet dirt was kicked up anyways and some of it onto Matt. Feeling it pepper his shirt and pants as it fell.
The figure, lit only faintly by moonlight, roared some dark tone Matt could only perceive as a demon as her eyes went bright with a crimson light. A light in the darkness that should not have been. “Let him go you bitch.” Was its words following the roar. Spittle escaping its mouth with faint droplets hit Matt's face.
The creature holding him by his throat and crotch seemed to tighten the grasp of both hands as it roared back. “HE IS MINE!”
The figure paused with a moment's hesitation. He was also her quarry. She had felt his fear without him knowing. His confused arousal. His fear. His terror.
And now he laid at the center of a struggle between two monsters. Unsure of who he wanted to win.
As If It Was Kismet Ch. 1
Matthew Berkshire hadn’t seen his mom in two years. Not that he had seen her much over the last six years.
A messy divorce between messy people and mom’s chaotic want for a life in Alaska had been one of the most…upsetting times in life. Setting him up for so much of what had defined his life thus far but then that had really started two years before he ever turned.
His ear buds were basic and simple. A part of cheap five pack, common for his life as he was known to lose little things. Small things. They had a mix of metal and hard rock playing in them. Some classics, some alternative. Whatever made him feel something, anything. Even if it was hate. Anger. Rage. It was better than feeling numb. Not belonging.
The escalator down to his lone bag to go with his lone carry on showed his mom waiting for him. His had a type, that’s for damn sure. Not that it helped him in the genetics department as he was stuck at 5’9” to go along with his mother’s five foot even as his dad stood six foot. Forever leaving him to feel small, to pale, under his dad’s shadow. Did he ever stand a chance?
The guy next to her with the unkempt former seventies porn stache was “Dave.” He’d met him twice when his mother came and visited him in Florida. To his credit the guy didn’t look annoyed. Kind of concerned kind of which made Matthew want to break his frozen look but he was well practiced. Having removed any note of sadness from his face through much…tribulation.
His mother’s look on her face betrayed a hint of worry as the bruises on his face lightly showed up close. Saying his name was his like a distant echo that belonged to someone else.
Dave cut in and pulled out his right headphone. “What the hell bud, they knock you hard enough to hurt hearing? Your mom’s asking how you are doing.”
Matthew pulled out the other bud and grunted an empty “sorry.”
“You still have bruises after two week? What did they do to you?” His mom’s voice was full of worry. Something he hadn’t heard in….too long. Too long to make him feel anything. To ever make him believe there was any sincerity to her words. To not think her voice and mannerisms were an act. An act by someone who…wasn’t really there.
“It’s only fair. I took a nose. Fractured a couple orbital bones. Left one with having to get his jaw wired shut. And one will never walk right again for what I did to his knee cap.” Matthew said it all with a bored and disinterested tone. Perhaps well rehearsed.
“My man, handing out ass kickings, not bothering to take names.” Dave was quick to be the typical man’s man about it. Matthew wasn’t quite done yet. Lifting up his shirt to expose the right side near his kidney. Revealing a nasty scar from a six inch blade. “Luckily they gave me this first so they could rule it all in self-defense. The fuck didn’t get it in more than inch before I ruined his knee cap and then I took the nose of one of the fucks holding me.” Now he chose to smile keeping the well practiced dead look in his eyes.
No retorts. No questions. Just horrified looks on their faces. As he liked. As he preferred. They could hate him. They could be disgusted by him. But by God they would fear him.
“Well the doc did a good job sewing you up.” Dave commented uncomfortably. “Dissolving sutures. Ain’t they grand.” He smiled again and let it abruptly fall off his face and started walking to the carousel for the baggage claim.
Waiting and making small talk with Dave as his mother stood in silence. He was not the little boy she abandoned. The little boy she left with an angry man. While never hitting him. Left him in constant fear till he turned twelve and just didn’t care anymore. Something snapped. Broke. And he didn’t care if he died. Didn’t care if he stole. Didn’t even care if he killed. He just knew not to get caught. Something left over from his grandfather’s wisdom which came to make more and more sense with each passing year of life since that thing inside him broke.
Finally his bag came around and Dave went to try first to grab it but Dave practically leapt ahead of him. “Is that your grandfather’s rucksack bag?” his mother asked in a perplexed voice.
“Figured it’s been around since Viet Nam. So it’d serve me better than any of the worthless stuff they called luggage.” Dave commented after Matthew’s words. “Well hell yeah I still got mine from Desert Storm. You know the first one.” Dave laughed and Matthew eyed him oddly. Be it in the south or whether it was Alaska, country boys are country boys he guessed.
The car ride to the two people’s house, as Matthew thought of them. Was uneventful and full of vistas he imagined metropolitan types wetting themselves over. At most they meant isolation to him. Furtherness from the world as there were no mountains in Florida. And what mountains he had last seen in another state had been when he was eight. Another life, to Matthew it felt like. A life alien to him.
As If It Was Kismet Ch 2
Dave and his mom’s place was some two story type tucked into a tree line far up an elevated point. It was by no means the highest point in the mountain but it certainly felt up there.
Rocks were where the driveway should have been Matthew thought. Grabbing his backpack and rucksack from Dave’s jeep was no hard thing for him. Matthew was in formidable shape for someone his age, maybe even five years older. He had gotten a mix of fairly big shoulders and arms along with the chest to go for it when compared to most kids his age. A side effect of working out at least twice a day. First thing in the morning, some time in the evening, and the school’s gym when had had a good semester in school before he had to leave Florida.
Dave tried to come up and help him but Matthew walked past him towards the house. His mom was not sure what to make of his demeanor. Matthew was not the sweet kind boy he had once been. But she had been gone from his life essentially for a long time.
Ushering him into the house she cracked some joke he did not hear. He was too busy looking about and seeing a mix of old outdated decorating mixed with the strange and odd flair of his mother. Color contrasting against drab and dated. Like brightly painting over an old home that was falling apart he thought.
“Your room is this way Mattie.” His mom brightly intoned.
Without expressing any interest he followed his mother. Still faced and nonplussed. Just going along with the current. Pushed and pulled with its roll like a piece of driftwood.
The room was simple. A single small bed. A set of rubber weights with a curl bar and barbells. “Your dad said you were into weight lifting so we got you a bunch of stuff. Dave says it looks like his department’s gym almost. The woman’s smile felt very alien to him.
“Thank you. I appreciate it. I’ve got most of my stuff from home.” Matthew starting unpacking his rucksack and pulled out cables of repetitive and mixed colors. A single plastic barbell handle. The ruck sack could be filled with water bottles for added weight during pushups he figured. Remembering a Michael Keaton movie he watched with his dad post-Batman movies where he played a convicted killer using plastic bags filled with water for weights.
Matthew caught movement outside his lone fairly large window that could let him step out onto the roof of the house given its layout.
He saw a number of people running together through what he guessed was the backyard of the property, not that it had any fences to mark boundaries
They wore clothes that looked similar yet different from each other at the same time.”Oh those are the Johnston’s. Really nice bunch of people. Been on the mountain for a long time Dave tells me.”
Matthew looked at the group of people running and noticed the lack of resemblance. “They are related?” Matthew quizzically asked. Seeing a black and possibly a hispanic person amongst the bland looking white people.
“Oh well they are all adopted but for one or two of them…besides the parents of course. The family has a long tradition of taking in orphans they say. Real nice of them to do that don’t you think.”
Matthew looked at his mother and the hosier accent made no sense to him as he arched his left eye brow. Her and his dad were both from Florida. Born and raised. Sure her parents were from New York city but…
Matthew shook his lightly without turning to look at his mother as his vision was grabbed by one of the runners in particular. A girl of moderate height. Soft brunette. A plain beauty he figured with a slim build….and lack of remarkable breasts and rear to make any note of but….girls in general were his type at his age.
She was pretty enough. He couldn’t deny that but he found himself transfixed by her visage.
But the way she turned and looked at him, especially at that distance felt very disconcerting to him. Even if she was smiling like…she was a taste of a bright shiny day. Somehow.
Matthew’s mom noticed the exchange and smiled to herself with closed lips. “Oh that’s Vicky. She’s your age I think. Very sweet girl, who does the charity functions. You know bake sales, blood drives, car washes and the like. I think you should get to know her. Might be good for you.”
A truck horn sounded a couple of beeps in rather succession. “Oh that must be Mack, he said he might come by later this evening but he seems early.”
Matthew’s mother turned and left his room. Leaving Matthew to exchange a few looks with the alluring Vicky as she turned her head away from him to talk to the others in her group and look back at him.
Still Matthew’s left eyebrow was arched. In a way that reminded him of Spock from Star Trek that he and his grandpa used to watch on some streaming service or another.
As he heard ambient chatter elsewhere outside the house he figured to check it out as the alluring sight of Vicky would be around he figured. It was dull to stare at artwork. He was a boy who preferred jet skis and the like. Something he could ride and enjoy immensely. Even if at times it got him stabbed.
As If It Was Kismet Ch 3
Matthew sauntered out of the house and down the rockway that stood in for a driveway.
A few new people had come over from what he could first surmise of the situation. As he got closer it was obvious they were indigenous people. A couple of grown men…and a girl?
She was mousey. Maybe five foot. Hiding behind glasses and a big camo jacket that was far too big for her. It looked made for a grown man and the backwards trucker hat on her head kept her long black a beautiful mess of sorts.
She was cute in a way. A little androgynous but she had a cute energy to her. She reminded him of the more tomboyish Puerto Rican girls he had gotten into back in Florida. Given the deer corpses in the back of the truck….probably more dangerous to play with given the men in her family.
Small chatter passed between the adults when the girl noticed but turned away, trying to hide the tiny hint of a smile.
“Oh Mattie, this is Mack. He works with Dave at the sheriff’s department and John, he’s with fish and wildlife.” Matthew nodded at his mom’s words with some blankness as he looked at the deer the in the back of the pickup truck.
“Gale tells us you hunted with your dad some in Florida and Georgia.” Mack offered with a light hearted laugh camouflaged by his big simple and cheery but husky way he spoke.
Looking in the back of the truck he spoke. “We used lever action thirty-thirties and Mosin Nagants in seven-six-two-fifty-four-rimmed.” Mack and John whistled in an exaggerated fashion. Leaving Matthew to wonder if they were mocking him.
Mack spoke. “Well we just used thirty-odd-six in a custom gussied Garand.” That caught Matthew’s attention. “You have a Garand…” Matthew finally demonstrated interest in anything. “My dad has an SVT-40 and a Hakim 8mm but he always wanted a Garand but was too cheap to buy one.”
Gale, his mother, chimed in loudly. “Oh his Dad loved his guns but was such an odd duck about how he bought or why he bought them. Never made sense to me how he wasn’t a collector but he didn’t get the latest and greatest.” Gale laughed uncomfortably. At least it seemed that way to Matthew.
Matthew pointed to the girl with an underhanded pointing hand. “And who is this? A cute little mute mouse or does she have a name?” Dave and the other men laughed.
Mack again spoke. “Well you people call her Rebecca, she’s my adopted daughter.” Matthew was taken aback by what he heard. “You people?”
Rebecca kindly spoke with a soft but almost melodic voice as she struggled to maintain eye contact. “White people or rather not members of our tribe. It’s just easier to appease the colonizer kind of thing. Borrowed from when the Jesuit missionaries chased us up here.”
Mack stepped in. “It’s just easier to have white people names than have them try to say our tribal names. And we don’t want them shortening or Anglicising our names kind of thing.” Rebecca stepped back into the conversation cutting off her adopted father. “It’s an insult to our history basically.”
Matthew cocked his head sideways raising his eyebrows shortly before letting them drop. “Well as soon as I’m eighteen I’m out of here and back to Florida so I’m a sort of involuntary colonizer of sorts. So I won’t be taking any of your land from you. The Seminoles on the other hand are still shit out of luck.”
Rebecca’s smile caused Matthew to reflexively smile. Mack made the moment more awkward. “See Becca, I told you someone off the reservation would like you some. You just have to be creative.” Mack laughed in a chiding manner…Matthew presumed. He sensed that he was the butt of some kind of cultural joke. Like marrying a white guy was some sort of insult or mark of shame. That kind of thing.
Rebecca turning away from him was not something he had been expecting. Her then getting in the truck in a huff left the group in a silence for a moment.
Dave spoke to break the awkward silence. “Well just bring the truck to work on Monday and leave it for me to grab up.” Mack acknowledged Dave and they started to get off as Rebecca looked at Matthew for another instance. Matthew couldn’t look away for some reason as the two seemed to lock eyes for an instance.
Till Vicky and family seemed to come jogging down the road. While Matthew’s eyes diverted from Rebecca’s. Hers did not till she realized he was looking elsewhere. And her vision found Vicky and what had been a hint of smile on her face turned glum and disappointed.
Matthew did not look away from the vision of Vicky but instead of a starry eyed fool looking longingly. It was a baffled look. Well baffled for him, with his eyes drawn narrow and night with a focus.
There was something about her…he couldn’t quite put a name too. The way she appeared to him. One second brunette. The next second blonde or blonde like. As if the color appeared in her air and disappeared in fractions of seconds. Much the same way her body almost seemed to…shift…very subtly…smoothly. A nicer bum. Larger breasts. And then back to a simple and plain form. Feminine no doubt. Attractive. But not so…remarkable.
As If It Was Kismet Ch 4
The next two days passed without incident. Nothing of any real substance or challenge to note.
Matthew got settled somewhat and started working out almost immediately. Exploring around the woods but Dave told him not to go far. Especially without a hunting rifle. Dave had left a simple semi-auto Winchester out for him. His bear gun as Dave referred to it with its four round magazine. But Matt figured till he got some practice with the rifle to leave it alone. He made a hiking stick like his grandpa taught him and treated it over a low fire. He would take some electrical tape for the end his hand would grip around. Plenty enough to ward off anything smaller than a bear he figured.
The ride to school was a pain in the neck but simple enough. Dave would let him use a clunker pickup truck he had laying around. It wasn’t pretty but it would get him to and from. Even if it was from the eighties and still backfired on occasion. But for now Dave and his mom took him on their way to the sheriff’s department.
It wasn’t much of a school. It wanted to be modern but its fifties original construction was very obvious. It serviced the pipeline families and familys’ of fisherman who worked the seasons in between their time at the pipeline.
Matt was to report to the principal for some reason Dave and his mom wouldn’t share. Which annoyed him but he figured it was to read him the law of land. Small towns with their big views of the outside world and like.
Dressed in jeans, a grey sweatshirt under a light jacket with steel toed boots set him more apart then he expected. His buzzed head didn’t help matters. Already he was feeling like a stranger in a strange land but he was quite strange after all. And he liked it that way. Normal people were so pathetically disappointing to him.
A secretary or assistant or some such led him to the principal’s office. Where it reeked of real wood that was old and fabric and upholstery that needed to be updated for the last twenty years, Matt figured.
“This is Matthew Berkshire, Principal Andrews.” The man was turned with his back to the door and he was quick to wave her off as he turned her around.
He was an older man. Fat and large. Tall with a body built like he had once been fit and a demeanour of annoyed and irate already as he fixed Matt with a scowl and look of disgust. Another worthless government whore. Matt thought to himself. His father and his grandfather had bestowed unto him a natural disrespect for government workers and the figures that wore unjustified authority as a shield but pretended the weight of the state was not at their back ready to crush all who resisted. Little figures of valor pretending to be mighty and alone but acting with the tyranny of the state and all the backing.
“Mr. Berkshire, please sit down.” His tone wasn’t unusually hostile, just gruff. As if he had better things to do.
Matt complied and took a seat in the chair while maintaining a friendly facade. Not everyone was an enemy. And not everyone needed to be an enemy. Even if anybody could be any enemy. There was no reason to make enemies you didn’t have to. Another of his grandfather’s bastardised wisdoms.
“Well I looked over you file and you have quite the history Mr. Berkshire.” Matt resisted qiuping back a joke. Instead he waited for Principal Andrews to continue as he remained nonplussed and looking as if he felt no need to respond. A simple head tilt with dead eyes looking back at the principle as if he was not even there would suffice.
Matt’s reaction or lack of a reaction rather made Principal Andrews only narrow his eyes with examination. He was not used to a kid not responding to him. Especially with his gruff and hard act going on.
“Well by all accounts you moved here after some problems at your last school. A fight broke out and you did some real harm to your fellow students it appears.” Of course, he would take the side of the perpetrators. School administrators always did. Especially when they weren’t white. Just a fact of the times. Cowardice and pathetic mediocrity was the way they leaned, like good government workers sucking the dick of Big Daddy government. Worthless whores.
Matt chose to reply. “Oh you mean the criminals that stabbed me. Got arrested at the hospital and then pled to felonies. Yeah Florida, with the American counties are good like that.” Principal Andrews went real still. No shame. No fear. No penitence. He didn’t like that.
“Well be it as it may Mr. Berkshire we don’t tolerate that kind of behaviour here…” Matt cut him off responding with a deadpan tone. “You mean self-defense meant to save one’s own life while the cowardly and pathetic school workers look on with zero interest but to keep their money rolling in and will allow known gang members with records of violent acts and crimes that should have them expelled many times over, where in certain Democrat counties such cowardice and idiocy empowered a couple school shooters?”
Principal Andrews looked at the Matt with a note of disgust. “Look here Mr. Berkshire, your beliefs matter not one bit here. This isn’t Florida. We don’t like our way of life being disrupted by outside agitators who have problems with authority.”
Matt did his best not to roll his eyes and let the older fat man drone own as he dead-stared him. Lifeless and without emotion.
The man came to a finish and Matt spoke up without having listened to him or paid him any attention. “Great now that’s taken care of. Can I please get to class and finish my sentence of two years at your wonderful school?”
Principal Andrews huffed and snorted before calling in Vicky. Vicky stood in the corner after entering with a quiet and seamless presence. Matt felt disturbed and tried not betray his feelings as the young Vicky was perceived and not perceived to be moving.
Principal Andrews made the introductions and Matt nodded back. She was to be his chaperone for the day. They had the same classes and she was to show him the ropes so to speak. The ins and outs of the school. The locations of their classes.
He recognized her. It was hard not to. The way her appearance seemed to shift fluidly almost. The petite and skinny brunette ever so lightly had a big bust and blonde hair with curves added when she seemed to shift before his eyes. Like watching a film but each frame had a different person.
Matt didn’t say anything about it. Even if he did he would only be acknowledging his crazed state, if he had one. If.
Unlike an obedient puppy dog he got up in a slow and awkward fashion and followed behind her as his oddly disproportionate frame allowed. Causing her a note of concern for some reason. As if she was seeing something she shouldn’t have been….Or he was just weird. And Matt could admit to himself he was just weird. Part of his charm, he would jest about it at times. Not that he had many people to jest to now.
As If It Were Kismet Ch. 5
Following Vicky into the hall off to their first class was simple. She exchanged small talk and he slightly smiled as if to obviously suggest he was just being polite.
Inside his head, Matt was trying to figure out if he was having a psychotic break. The way Vicky looked kept changing and he looked at the other people around him and they stayed the same.
He was searching his mind as they were walking. And thus he wasn’t paying attention to where he was looking and so fell to his face forward over his feet seemingly out of nowhere.
A series of laughs erupted as it sunk in that he was obviously tripped. Like in prison this was a challenge to his superiority. If he let this pass he would be mocked and sneered at by this same group of boys. He wouldn’t walk to them like he was going to do nothing like a little bitch.
In a rage he turned and punched the stomach of the first face he saw. Some typical blonde haired wannabe jock. He knew from experience not to aim for the ribs. Instead he needed to aim for where he thought the belly button was.
Yells and screams blindly echoed around him as his after the punch he followed up his elbow of the opposite arm slamming into the face of the jock. Harder than a fist, the elbow struck the jock’s jaw and seemingly dropped him against a locker. Just in time to catch an errant and soft punch to the nose that sure enough hurt but did little to slow him down as his dad had taught him to fight through the pain. Blood and scars happened. They were a natural consequence of life to a man.
Taking the punch and falling further into his red state Matt headbutted the punch thrower before another guy arm bared his throat from behind. Which he managed to get his grip on the arm over a letterman jacked and jerk the unprepared boy to the side with him still latched on.
A few feet away from the lockers Matt knew his only chance was to jump and push off the lockers and knock the boy to the ground and so he did. He heard a thunk of the boy’s skull bouncing off the ground and he turned to pull out of the grapple.
The beatings he had taken from his father, the grapples, being choked unconscious. Had prepared him for fighting little bitches who didn’t know what a fight was. It wasn’t gay porn with rabbit punch fists flying.
Blood was running down his face and the pain started to hit him as the threats had been eliminated. Only then did he remember to breathe. Taking breathes as Vicky came up to him with tissues and took a hold of his nose.
“Owww owww owww what the fuck my nose could be broken.” He said to Vicky as she pulled his head up and back.
“It’s ok Carl. It’s done.” Matt tried to look to see who Vicky was talking to. It was a boy taller than his 5’9” by more than a small margin. The boy eyed him bored and annoyed before speaking. “What happened here?” An unoriginal line but one Matt couldn’t be a smart aleck about. “Well you see there was an outbreak of tripping and we all tripped over my dick. It happens.” Matt was about to laugh when Vicky seemed to pull up while still gripping his nose causing Matt no small amount of pain which he audibly evidenced.
Vicky spoke in a tone he wasn’t expecting. As if she was accustomed to issuing orders. “Keep Iris away from the hall till we sanitize the site. We have blood from at least three people contaminating the site. And have Jake bring me a spare jacket and shirt for this moron.”
Carl seemed to acknowledge her orders and seemed to blink away. Maybe the punch hit harder than he expected. He had no time to wonder as Vick took her hand away from his and pushed him against the lockers. With ease he had not been expecting from her form and stature.
Before he could respond Vicky licked his blood covered chin and then his lips and spoke to him. “Focus on me you little blood bag.” Her tone had an annoyed yet feminine sneer.
“Look into my eyes. Look at me. You belong to me. You are just another food source in a collection of food sources.” Her eyes were a beautiful hazel Matt thought. Almost green. Pretty like jewels in some old treasure collections. The eyes he could get lost in before kissing her. Finally Vicky was just a slight and petite brunette and he thought she was beautiful.
She would make a hell of a girlfriend. Some cute thing he could see laying on the beach in Florida on their sides laughing and smiling before trading light kisses while hands wandered innocently. Before his mind could drift further he felt her lips on his. It took him a second to mentally grasp the kiss but his arms were around her back as her hands were at his sides. His eyes reflexively closed as he saw hers close.
It was ineffable to Matt. Beyond words, what was happening. The kiss, the moments beforehand. The way his brain tickled with electricity and gentle warmth. He had never had a kiss like this and he had traded more than a few kisses with at least a few girls.
The kiss was like a warm bath with his consciousness slipping beneath the surface. Their lips only parted to try new angles and approaches as Matt struggled to take in breath. It was a moment he could have stayed trapped in for….he didn’t know. But a curt throat clearing by another girl pulled them out of the moment.
The girl was taller than Vicky. Blonde. With slight curves. Vicky addressed her bewildered and gobsmacked, and perhaps a bit embarrassed. “Tina?”

Hi everyone,
I’m facing a persistent issue with a WooCommerce eCommerce website I built using a template purchased from ThemeForest. The site has been running fine for over three years, but for the past 3-4 months, it has been experiencing frequent downtime due to high resource consumption. Here's a rundown of the problem:

• Initial Setup: The site was originally hosted on shared hosting but started experiencing frequent downtimes due to resource limits.
• Current Setup: We moved to a VPS (Contabo) hoping to resolve the issue, but the problem persists. The site continues to stop working multiple times a day.
• Possible Cause: I suspect bot traffic might be overwhelming the site.
• Subdomain Test: When we put the website on a subdomain, it doesn’t experience these issues, which makes me think the main domain is the target (perhaps because it's well-indexed and has good SEO).
• Actions Taken:
  • Deleted and re-uploaded all website files - no change.
  • Enabled Cloudflare’s "Under Attack" mode - no improvement.
  • Currently limiting the number of requests per 10 seconds to see if it helps.

This website is critical for my friend (I'm helping for free because I recommended the one who made the website initially 3 years ago), and his business heavily relies on it. I’m feeling a lot of pressure to get this resolved.
The website : https://goldenbabyshop.com/
Has anyone experienced a similar issue? Any suggestions on what else I can try? Any help or advice would be greatly appreciated!
Thank you in advance!

Hi everyone,
I’m facing a persistent issue with a WooCommerce eCommerce website I built using a template purchased from ThemeForest. The site has been running fine for over three years, but for the past 3-4 months, it has been experiencing frequent downtime due to high resource consumption. Here's a rundown of the problem:

• Initial Setup: The site was originally hosted on shared hosting but started experiencing frequent downtimes due to resource limits.
• Current Setup: We moved to a VPS (Contabo) hoping to resolve the issue, but the problem persists. The site continues to stop working multiple times a day.
• Possible Cause: I suspect bot traffic might be overwhelming the site.
• Subdomain Test: When we put the website on a subdomain, it doesn’t experience these issues, which makes me think the main domain is the target (perhaps because it's well-indexed and has good SEO).
• Actions Taken:
  • Deleted and re-uploaded all website files - no change.
  • Enabled Cloudflare’s "Under Attack" mode - no improvement.
  • Currently limiting the number of requests per 10 seconds to see if it helps.

This website is critical for my friend (I'm helping for free because I recommended the one who made the website initially 3 years ago), and his business heavily relies on it. I’m feeling a lot of pressure to get this resolved.
Has anyone experienced a similar issue? Any suggestions on what else I can try? Any help or advice would be greatly appreciated!
Thank you in advance!
EDIT : here is the url of the website : https://goldenbabyshop.com/

Hello.
I would like to put the qemu / debian vm that I've created in the background early in the FreeBSD bootloader process and forget it,but I'm having some troubles. The Debian 12 vm that I need should only run a little script. It doesn't even need to run xorg and one desktop environment. This is the script that it should run as soon as the user "marietto" reached the prompt and it has automatically authenticated :
function jumpto { label=$1
cmd=$(sed -n "/$label:/{:a;n;p;ba};" $0 grep -v ':$')
eval "$cmd"
exit }
start=${1:-"start"}
jumpto $start
start:
warp-cli disconnect
OLD_IP="$(curl -s api.ipify.org)"
sudo iptables -A POSTROUTING -t nat -s 192.168.1.5 -j
MASQUERADE
warp-cli connect
NEW_IP="$(curl -s api.ipify.org)"
echo Connected to Cloudflare Warp...echo OLD IP is $OLD_IP ,
NEW IP is $NEW_IP
mid :
if [ "$OLD_IP = $NEW_IP ]
then
echo OLD IP is $OLD_IP , NEW IP is $NEW_IP : it does not work
anymore,reconnecting...
sleep 10
jump foo
else
echo OLD IP is $OLD_IP , NEW IP is $NEW_IP : it still works.
sleep 10
fi
jumpto mid
foo:
warp-cli disconnect
OLD_IP="$(curl -s api.ipify.org)"
warp-cli connect
NEW_IP="$(curl -s api.ipify.org)"echo OLD IP is $OLD_IP ,
NEW IP is $NEW_IP : it works again.
jumpto mid
I tried in several ways to put the vm in background or better...to hide it between the processes,but every method used failed. So,please,advice.
This is what I tried :
nohup /uslocal/bin/qemu-system-x86_64 -machine q35 \
-cpu kvm64,hv_relaxed,hv_time,hv_synic -m 1G \
-vga std -drive file=Debian-warp.img,format=raw \
-rtc base=localtime \
-device usb-ehci,id=usb,bus=pcie.0,addr=0x3 \
-device usb-tablet -device usb-kbd -smbios type=2 \
-nodefaults \
-netdev tap,id=mynet0,ifname=tap20,script=no,downscript=no \
-device e1000,netdev=mynet0,mac=52:55:00:d1:55:01
-device ich9-ahci,id=sata \
-drive if=pflash,format=raw,readonly=on,file=/uslocal/share/
edk2-qemu/QEMU_UEFI_CODE-x86_64.fd \
-drive if=pflash,format=raw,file=/uslocal/share/edk2-qemu/
QEMU_UEFI_VARS-x86_64.fd/dev/null 2>&1 &
if test -f nohup.out; then rm -r nohup.out
fi
2)
/uslocal/bin/qemu-system-x86_64 -machine q35 \
-cpu kvm64,hv_relaxed,hv_time,hv_synic -m 1G -nographic \
-drive file=Debian-warp.img,format=raw \
-rtc base=localtime \
-device usb-ehci,id=usb,bus=pcie.0,addr=0x3 \
-device usb-tablet -device usb-kbd -smbios type=2 \
-nodefaults \
-netdev tap,id=mynet0,ifname=tap20,script=no,downscript=no \
-device e1000,netdev=mynet0,mac=52:55:00:d1:55:01 \
-device ich9-ahci,id=sata \
-drive if=pflash,format=raw,readonly=on,file=/uslocal/share/
edk2-qemu/QEMU_UEFI_CODE-x86_64.fd \
-drive if=pflash,format=raw,file=/uslocal/share/edk2-qemu/
QEMU_UEFI_VARS-x86_64.fd
3)
/uslocal/bin/qemu-system-x86_64 -machine q35 \
-cpu kvm64,hv_relaxed,hv_time,hv_synic -m 1G
-display curses \
-drive file=Debian-warp.img,format=raw \
-rtc base=localtime \
-device usb-ehci,id=usb,bus=pcie.0,addr=0x3 \
-device usb-tablet -device usb-kbd -smbios type=2 \
-nodefaults \
-netdev tap,id=mynet0,ifname=tap20,script=no,downscript=no \
-device e1000,netdev=mynet0,mac=52:55:00:d1:55:01 \
-device ich9-ahci,id=sata \
-drive if=pflash,format=raw,readonly=on,file=/uslocal/share/
edk2-qemu/QEMU_UEFI_CODE-x86_64.fd \
-drive if=pflash,format=raw,file=/uslocal/share/edk2-qemu/
QEMU_UEFI_VARS-x86_64.fd
4)
nohup /uslocal/bin/qemu-system-x86_64 -machine q35 \
-cpu kvm64,hv_relaxed,hv_time,hv_synic -m 1G -nographic \
-drive file=Debian-warp.img,format=raw \
-rtc base=localtime \
-device usb-ehci,id=usb,bus=pcie.0,addr=0x3 \
-device usb-tablet -device usb-kbd -smbios type=2 \
-nodefaults \
-netdev tap,id=mynet0,ifname=tap20,script=no,downscript=no \
-device e1000,netdev=mynet0,mac=52:55:00:d1:55:01 \
-device ich9-ahci,id=sata \
-drive if=pflash,format=raw,readonly=on,file=/uslocal/share/
edk2-qemu/QEMU_UEFI_CODE-x86_64.fd \
-drive if=pflash,format=raw,file=/uslocal/share/edk2-qemu/
QEMU_UEFI_VARS-x86_64.fd/dev/null 2>&1 &
if test -f nohup.out; then rm -r nohup.out
fi
5)
nohup /uslocal/bin/qemu-system-x86_64 -machine q35 \
-cpu kvm64,hv_relaxed,hv_time,hv_synic -m 1G
-display curses \
-drive file=Debian-warp.img,format=raw \
-rtc base=localtime \
-device usb-ehci,id=usb,bus=pcie.0,addr=0x3 \
-device usb-tablet -device usb-kbd -smbios type=2 \
-nodefaults \
-netdev tap,id=mynet0,ifname=tap20,script=no,downscript=no \
-device e1000,netdev=mynet0,mac=52:55:00:d1:55:01 \
-device ich9-ahci,id=sata \
-drive if=pflash,format=raw,readonly=on,file=/uslocal/share/
edk2-qemu/QEMU_UEFI_CODE-x86_64.fd \
-drive if=pflash,format=raw,file=/uslocal/share/edk2-qemu/
QEMU_UEFI_VARS-x86_64.fd/dev/null 2>&1 &
if test -f nohup.out; then rm -r nohup.out
fi
6)
I've used the parameter -daemonize. It does not work at all :
https://preview.redd.it/s4o2zxp9ie0d1.png?width=1649&format=png&auto=webp&s=f0cea547d9f78dba5f840f2706d916b4ef622194
I see 2 problems :
1) I don't want to see the little qemu monitor on the top left of the screen
2) it does not ping.
The final result is always the same : when I ping the IP address assigned to the vm,it doesn't. But it works when I boot the vm in this way :
/uslocal/bin/qemu-system-x86_64 -machine q35 \
-cpu kvm64,hv_relaxed,hv_time,hv_synic -m 1G -vga std \
-drive file=Debian-warp.img,format=raw -rtc base=localtime \
-device usb-ehci,id=usb,bus=pcie.0,addr=0x3 \
-device usb-tablet -device usb-kbd -smbios type=2 \
-nodefaults \
-netdev tap,id=mynet0,ifname=tap20,script=no,downscript=no \
-device e1000,netdev=mynet0,mac=52:55:00:d1:55:01 \
-device ich9-ahci,id=sata \
-drive if=pflash,format=raw,readonly=on,file=/uslocal/share/
edk2-qemu/QEMU_UEFI_CODE-x86_64.fd \
-drive if=pflash,format=raw,file=/uslocal/share/edk2-qemu/
QEMU_UEFI_VARS-x86_64.fd

Hello! I am a fresh grad who’s currently looking for some side hustle para masuportahan sarili ko and maka-ipon habang naghahanap ng work :))
I’m 22 and here’s a list of the things that i can do:

• proofreading of thesis, writing an academic paper & homework (critique papers, reports, transes/reviewers, excel works, etc.)
  
• research related stuff (revision of chapters 1-5, rrls, methodology, etc.)
  
• data encoding (MS Excel) or any typing job
  
• admin tasks (answering of emails, filing of data, etc.)
  
• graphic design (ppts, poster, infographic, etc.)
  
• personal shopper or assistant (event organizer / assistant)
  

any kind of part-time jobs pwede! as long as hindi weird and walang something bad. please message me so we can talk about it!
strictly SFW offers only!
thank you so so much!

Hello! I am a fresh grad who’s currently looking for some side hustle para masuportahan sarili ko and maka-ipon habang naghahanap ng work :))
I’m 22 and here’s a list of the things that i can do:

• proofreading of thesis, writing an academic paper & homework (critique papers, reports, transes/reviewers, excel works, etc.)
  
• research related stuff (revision of chapters 1-5, rrls, methodology, etc.)
  
• data encoding (MS Excel) or any typing job
  
• admin tasks (answering of emails, filing of data, etc.)
  
• graphic design (ppts, poster, infographic, etc.)
  
• personal shopper or assistant (event organizer / assistant)
  

any kind of part-time jobs pwede! as long as hindi weird and walang something bad. please message me so we can talk about it!
strictly SFW offers only!
thank you so so much!

Hello! I am a fresh grad who’s currently looking for some side hustle para masuportahan sarili ko and maka-ipon habang naghahanap ng work :))
I’m 22 and here’s a list of the things that i can do:

• proofreading of thesis, writing an academic paper & homework (critique papers, reports, transes/reviewers, excel works, etc.)
  
• research related stuff (revision of chapters 1-5, rrls, methodology, etc.)
  
• data encoding (MS Excel) or any typing job
  
• admin tasks (answering of emails, filing of data, etc.)
  
• graphic design (ppts, poster, infographic, etc.)
  
• personal shopper or assistant (event organizer / assistant)
  

any kind of part-time jobs pwede! as long as hindi weird and walang something bad. please message me so we can talk about it!
strictly SFW offers only!
thank you so so much!

I’m talking stuff like… File organization, standard export methods, print preparation, proper file setups, workflows, proper file packaging, moving designs between programs (ex: AI to ID), efficiency tips and tricks, those kinds of things. I know design principles, I know typography, I know layout, etc. I want to know more about all the other stuff. I’ve been in a solo designer position for some years, basically right out of college, and while I feel my design skills have improved from experience and the many easy-to-find courses and books about design topics specifically, my nuts-and-bolts knowledge has barely changed. I still feel like a dumb college student, just with better designs.
I’ve been promoted to a senior position (still solo) because of my longevity, but I don’t feel I have the technical skills to back up the title if I want to move jobs. Normally I’d be able to pick up this kind of stuff on the job, from my leader or colleagues, but since I have no one I’m basically self-taught and I feel like a fraud. I know there are things I’m doing wrong. I feel like if I move to another senior-level position, I’ll get reprimanded when actually on the job for not knowing how to set up x or being so much slower at y or not even knowing that z exists.
What can I do to learn about this stuff? Literally all I ever can find are courses about improving your designs, and that’s not what I’m looking for.

My boyfriend and I have been in an 8-year relationship, with the last 3 years being long-distance. He moved to another country for ‘our better future’. During the time he was deciding whether to move, I told him he should decide on his own, as I couldn't go with him due to needing to finish my university studies here, including my Master's degree. It's worth noting that when he was deciding to leave, we didn't know I would need to finish my Master's degree here in my home country, this realization came later in my career, making it the best option for me to complete it here. My main concern about him moving for his Master's degree was that he received a scholarship for it, as it was expensive, but as it is the situation and politics in our country there was a risk that maybe he should return all money back(it is a very large sum of money for us, which if we should return it it will cause very big financial issue and time to pay for it). The Master's degree wasn't crucial for his career; he needed it only to have a chance to move to a better country. My suggestion was for him to work in our country (he already had work here regarding his profession ) while I finished my studies, then decide together about moving. However, I didn't push this option on him; I just mentioned it once and let him decide, considering the pressure he had from his parents that he should move from our home country and I didn’t want to make mess in his head. So, I told him to decide, and he chose to take the risk and move for his Master's degree.
So, to summarize, this is why we are in a long-distance relationship.
I'll focus on the most recent situation that occurred. He decided to come here for our Easter vacation and stay for 10 days. I live and work in a different city from our city where our parents live. He arrived on a Friday and went directly to his parents' place, which was fine by me, as I planned to join him on Saturday evening to be in our city for Easter Sunday. On Saturday night, we went out with friends to a party. On Easter Sunday, we had lunch/dinner with both our parents, as we usually do every year. Normally, we start with his parents and then go to mine. However, this year, due to my mother's work commitments, I suggested we visit my parents first and then his. Every year, we start around 1-2 p.m., but this year he wanted to come earlier, around 11-12. I told him no, that we will start like every other year and he agreed with it. When he arrived, he ate less than usual, claiming he didn't want to eat too much because we should eat later at his parents house too. Every other year we would stay with his parents till 7-8pm and after that visit my parents for dinner, but this year, around 4:30 p.m., he said it was time to go because his parents were hungry. I didn't say anything and went along with it, not wanting to cause a scene.
The next day, Monday, I went back to my city, while he stayed with his parents. Again I was totally okay with this because on Tuesday night, I returned to his city, and he came to my city for a drink on Monday night.
On Wednesday, we went for drinks and spent time together. I planned to leave that night, but I decided to stay one more day and work from home next day because I knew he wanted to stay longer.
On Thursday night, we left his city, and he came to stay with me.
We came in my city Thursday night but didn’t have much time and went to sleep. On Monday, was my birthday. He mentioned since Saturday that he wanted to leave to see his parents. I was okay with that. Monday morning(my birthday), I suggested we grab coffee, but he said he wanted to visit his parents first and return when my work finished. I explained I didn't have much work to do since I wait for them to send me some files so i can work on my task and that I would be bored all day, but he insisted on seeing his parents before leaving the country and he said to be that he feel guilty that will leave me on my birthday to be bored but that he will be here till my finish work hour. At 5 p.m., I texted him asking when he planned to leave so for him to drive to my city, and he replied in an hour, which between this two cities he needs 40minutes for driving meaning he would arrive around 7:40 p.m. I was upset because I had been at home all day, so I told him not to bother coming as I will make plans with friends to go out for a drink instead of waiting whole day for him and being bored at home. for my birthday.He realized I was upset and said he was coming anyway, but I went out with my friends. When I returned, he was at my home with flowers, but I was already upset. He tried to talk to me sweetly, but I asked him to leave me alone. I told him he had ruined my day, and he got defensive, saying I was spoiled and only thought about myself. He said that he had parents and brother which he wants to see, that is not only me in his life. I understand that but he was 7days in their city from 10 days stay in our country…
So, am I wrong for feeling this way? All I wanted was to spend my birthday peacefully together, considering our long-distance relationship. Did I overreact?

I filed for my wife 2 weeks ago for her I-751. We have yet to receive her receipt, but I’m not drastically worried about that.
We are heading to Brazil for our daughter’s birthday, and returning to US 6/22/24. Her GC expires 7/4/24.
Assuming we haven’t gotten the receipt by then, could we have any issues coming back in 2 weeks before her GC expires or is it really only a concern if the GC has truly expired?

I've been running a code that generates a login page for a desktop app. By logging in succesfully, the user would be sent to the main UI of the app ("Mainwin.py"). However, everytime I tried to log in, it gives me an error about 'pymysql' not being found, even though I already have it installed. The error is caused by a file named "actividad.py", which is used to show what user has been using the app lately:

from PyQt5 import QtCore, QtGui, QtWidgets from PyQt5.QtWidgets import QDialog, QVBoxLayout, QTableWidget, QTableWidgetItem import pymysql class ActividadWindow(QDialog): def __init__(self): super().__init__() self.setWindowTitle("Actividad de Usuarios") self.setGeometry(100, 100, 400, 300) # Ajusta el tamaño según tus necesidades self.layout = QVBoxLayout() self.tableWidget = QTableWidget() self.layout.addWidget(self.tableWidget) self.setLayout(self.layout) # Conectar a la base de datos y cargar datos en la tabla self.cargar_datos() def cargar_datos(self): conexion = pymysql.connect(host='127.0.0.1', user='root', password='password', database='test') cursor = conexion.cursor() cursor.execute("SELECT * FROM actividad") datos = cursor.fetchall() self.tableWidget.setRowCount(len(datos)) self.tableWidget.setColumnCount(len(datos[0])) encabezados = [description[0] for description in cursor.description] self.tableWidget.setHorizontalHeaderLabels(encabezados) for fila, dato_fila in enumerate(datos): for columna, dato in enumerate(dato_fila): self.tableWidget.setItem(fila, columna, QTableWidgetItem(str(dato))) conexion.close() 

What's strange is that when I run the "Mainwin.py" file, it all runs smoothly. It's only when I run from the login page code that the error is happening. Here's the code of the login page for reference:

from tkinter import * from PIL import Image, ImageTk from tkinter import messagebox import pymysql import subprocess import psutil from datetime import datetime windows=Tk() windows.title('AquaSense Login') windows.geometry('490x240+500+100') # windows.resizable(0,0) #forgot password def forgot_password(): windows.destroy() import forgotpassword #Button Definition process def create_one(): windows.destroy() import Registration2 def login(): if idEntry.get() == '' or passwdEntry.get() == '': messagebox.showerror('Alert', 'Please enter all entry fields!') else: db = pymysql.connect(host='127.0.0.1', user='root', password='password', database='test') cur = db.cursor() queryActi = 'use testP' cur.execute(queryActi) queryActi='create table if not exists Actividad (actId int auto_increment primary key not null, userId int,FOREIGN KEY (userId) REFERENCES personaldata(id),fecha DATETIME) ' \ cur.execute(queryActi) query = 'select * FROM personaldata where passwrd=%s AND username=%s' cur.execute(query, (passwdEntry.get(),idEntry.get(),)) roles = cur.fetchone() if roles == None: messagebox.showerror('Alert!', 'Incorrect username or password') return else: login_time = datetime.now().strftime('%Y-%m-%d %H:%M:%S') user_id = roles[0] # Assuming the ID is the first column in personaldata table insert_query = 'insert into Actividad (userId, fecha) VALUES ( %s, %s)' cur.execute(insert_query, (user_id, login_time)) db.commit() messagebox.showinfo('success', 'Login Successful') # clear screen idEntry.delete(0, END) passwdEntry.delete(0, END) main_running = False for proc in psutil.process_iter(): if 'Mainwin.py' in proc.name(): main_running = True break if not main_running: # Launch the PyQt main page script using subprocess subprocess.Popen(['python', 'Mainwin.py']) # Close the original tkinter login window windows.destroy() #username def on_entry(e): idEntry.delete(0, END) def on_password(e): name=idEntry.get() if name == '': idEntry.insert(0,'username') #password def on_enter(e): passwdEntry.delete(0, END) def on_Leave(e): password = passwdEntry.get() if password == '': passwdEntry.insert(0, 'password') #for hiding data on the entry fields by clicking on the check box def show(): passwdEntry.configure(show='*') check.configure(command=hide, text='') def hide(): passwdEntry.configure(show='') check.configure(command=show, text='') frame=Frame(windows, width=700, height=400, bg='light blue') frame.place(x=0,y=0) LogoImage=PhotoImage(file= r'C:\Users\UserPC\Downloads\Personal_Registration_Form-main\Personal_Registration_Form\user (1).png') idlabel=Label(frame, text='Nombre', fg='black', image=LogoImage, compound=LEFT, bg='light blue', font=('Calibre', 14, 'bold')) idlabel.grid(row=1, column=0, pady=20, padx=1) passwordImage=PhotoImage(file= r'C:\Users\UserPC\Downloads\Personal_Registration_Form-main\Personal_Registration_Form\padlock.png') passwdlabel=Label(frame, image=passwordImage, compound=LEFT,fg='black', bg='light blue', text=' Contraseña', font=('Calibre', 14, 'bold')) passwdlabel.grid(row=3, column=0, pady=10, padx=3) passwdlabel.place(x=10, y=70) idEntry=Entry(frame, width=39, bd=3) idEntry.grid(row=1,column=2,columnspan=2, padx=57) passwdEntry=Entry(frame, width=39, bd=3) passwdEntry.grid(row=3, column=2, columnspan=2) #application of erasable text on the entry fields idEntry.insert(0, "username") idEntry.bind('', on_entry) idEntry.bind('', on_password) passwdEntry.insert(0, "password") passwdEntry.bind('', on_enter) passwdEntry.bind('', on_Leave) #btn loginbtn=Button(frame, text='LOGIN', bg='#7f7fff', pady=10, width=23,fg='white', font=('open sans', 9, 'bold'), cursor='hand2', border=0, borderwidth=5, command=login) loginbtn.grid(row=9, columnspan=5, pady=30) donthaveacctLabel=Label(frame, text='¿No tienes una cuenta?', fg='black', bg='light blue', pady=4, font=('Calibre', 9, 'bold')) donthaveacctLabel.place(y=150) createnewacct = Button(frame, width=15, text='Registrate', border=0, bg='white', cursor='hand2', fg='black', font=('Calibre', 8, 'bold'), command=create_one) createnewacct.place(x=10, y=179) forgtpw=Button(frame, text='¿Olvidaste la contraseña?', fg='black',border=0, cursor='hand2', bg='light blue', font=('Calibre', 9, 'bold'), command=forgot_password) forgtpw.place(x=310,y=102) check = Checkbutton(frame, text='', command=show, bg='light blue') check.place(x=440, y=83) ico = Image.open(r'C:\Users\UserPC\Downloads\Personal_Registration_Form-main\Personal_Registration_Form\icon (1).png') photo = ImageTk.PhotoImage(ico) windows.wm_iconphoto(False, photo) windows.resizable(False,False) windows.mainloop() 

Anyone knows what's causing this?